And you, whose tears incessant flow For words departed, lost below, Is nothing left behind? Your bosoms have been taught to know And let not aught may here invite, At whose command the tempests roll- At whose command the rain descends The breast of Charity distends, And love and friendship spring. Tho' love be false, and friends deceive, A little while, and care shall cease: This world was never made for peace, BUT MAN WAS MADE FOR MAN! English Chronicle. ODE TO A GRIZZLE WIG. BY A GENTLEMAN WHO JUST LEFT OFF HIS BOB. ALL hail! ye curls, that rang'd in rev'rend row, With snowy pomp my conscious shoulders hide; That fall beneath in venerable flow, And crown my brows above with feathery pride! High on your summit, Wisdom's mimic'd air Entangles fools, and bids the crowd admire. O'er every lock, that floats in full display, Can thus large wigs our reverence engage? By Bayliss, Blenkinsop, and lofty Wise?* But thou, farewell, my Bob! whose thin wove thatch, Was stor❜d with quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, That love to live within the one-curl'd scratch, With fun, and all the family of smiles. * Peruke-makers in Oxford. Safe in thy privilege, near Isis' brook, Whole afternoons at Wolvercote I quaff'd; At eve my careless round in High-street took, And call'd at Jolly's for the casual draught. No more the wherry feels my stroke so true; Such were the joys that once Hillario crown'd, English Chronicle. VERSES Sent by Thomson, with the first edition of the Seasons, to Miss Young, so often celebrated by the appellation of Amanda. ACCEPT, dear Nymph, a tribute due To sacred Friendship, and to you; If Fancy here her power displays, EXTEMPORE. Occasioned by reading an account of a Lady having been fined at Barnsley Sessions in two guineas, and bound over to keep the peace a twelve-month, for cutting off the Tail of a Lawyer. 66 AT Barnsley Juries loud I'll rail,” Said "for years to come Two guineas for a Lawyer's tail! Tho' in the end it may be found "Should she do that-no more I'll croak, But spouse each year shall have her joke, And dock a Lawyer's TAIL." English Chronicle. TO A REDBREAST. LITTLE bird, with bosom red, Pleasure in thy glancing eye; Once within his iron hall, Eat thee, bones and all, my boy! |